petals, unfurled
revealing
there are only open secrets, i suppose
on a bimbotic note, i fell down the stairs today and broke part of my toenail. and it was such an arduous effort on my part to grow out my toenails (i usually like them short and stubby, for the convenience, it's one of my protracted boy moments). there goes my plan for a french pedicure. i knew such things, girly or otherwise, were never meant for me.